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You know that feeling when you agree to something and instantly regret it? That was me when my brother called with his “little favor.”<\/p>\n
\u201cCan the boys stay with you for two weeks? Amy and I need a vacation,\u201d he said, oozing entitlement.<\/p>\n
Two days later, Tyler and Jaden arrived \u2014 teenage royalty with designer luggage and attitudes to match. My son Adrian tried to welcome them with cookies and games, but they scoffed at everything: my food, my home, even Adrian\u2019s kindness.<\/p>\n
Every day was a struggle. They mocked my cooking, refused to help with chores, and looked down on Adrian like he was beneath them. I kept telling myself: just survive the two weeks.<\/p>\n
Finally, the last day came. As I drove them to the airport, they refused to wear seatbelts \u2014 said it would wrinkle their shirts. I pulled over and told them they weren\u2019t going anywhere until they buckled up.<\/p>\n
They called their dad. He told them to comply. Still, they refused.<\/p>\n
So I shut off the car and waited. Forty-five minutes of sulking later, they finally gave in. But by then, traffic had built up \u2014 we got to the airport ten minutes too late.<\/p>\n
My brother called, furious. I calmly told him maybe he should\u2019ve raised respectful kids. He hung up on me.<\/p>\n
The next day, Adrian showed me a text from Tyler: \u201cYour mom\u2019s insane.\u201d I just laughed.<\/p>\n
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